My Straight Girlfriend with Skin Hunger Syndrome - Chapter 88
Chapter 88
Though she posed a question, Yi Shanshan gave Ying Yuan no chance to answer.
The moment the words left her lips, her kiss landed.
Her moist, soft lips, carrying the sweet fragrance of fruit, pressed against Ying Yuan’s, without hesitation, without retreat.
Their lips met in a blissfully comforting contact, softer and smoother than the glistening, translucent lychee flesh they had just shared.
Ying Yuan’s eyes widened. Yi Shanshan was pressed so close that her vision blurred, leaving only a warm, reddish-orange haze swirling in her world.
Yi Shanshan’s lips parted slightly, drawing all of Ying Yuan’s senses to that delicate movement. It was a subtle parting, like a delicate sip of water, as Yi Shanshan lightly nipped Ying Yuan’s lip.
Ying Yuan held her breath, afraid to exhale.
Her body involuntarily leaned backward, and Yi Shanshan pressed closer, following her retreat.
Their lips remained locked, parting only briefly before pressing together again.
Enveloped in Yi Shanshan’s fragrance, Ying Yuan felt herself drowning in a sea of flowers. Her body burned, her mind blank.
She couldn’t think of what to do next, but she lacked the strength to push Yi Shanshan away.
Once again, she became an ostrich burying its head in the sand, as if relinquishing control absolved her of responsibility for whatever came next.
Yi Shanshan’s lips moved again, softly, one touch after another.
This small patch of skin seemed to possess magic. Each touch sent currents coursing through her body, rippling in every direction.
“Ying Yuan…” Yi Shanshan murmured her name, her voice soft and close, skin brushing against skin, breath mingling.
She raised a hand to cradle the back of Ying Yuan’s neck, her palm pressing firmly against the nape to prevent her from pulling away.
“You have no experience?” Yi Shanshan asked, a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips. “Have you never kissed anyone before?”
Heat rushed to Ying Yuan’s cheeks, staining her face crimson. Her eyes were flushed as well.
“It doesn’t matter,” Yi Shanshan said, pressing a deep kiss against her lips, the sound carrying a breathy rasp. “Neither of us does. We can figure it out together.”
“Ying Yuan, breathe.” Her voice was a gentle command.
The breath Ying Yuan had been holding burst forth from her parched throat, sounding like a moan.
Yi Shanshan tightened her grip on Ying Yuan’s nape, pressing closer. “Ying Yuan, close your eyes.”
Ying Yuan blinked, already unable to bear the chaos of the world. She closed her eyes, sinking completely into the dream.
With her vision gone, her other senses sharpened, magnified.
Yi Shanshan was also burning up. No longer content with kneeling on the sofa with one leg, she leaned forward, pressing her waist and abdomen flush against Ying Yuan’s body.
“I’m so tired,” she murmured, her nose brushing lightly against Ying Yuan’s cheek like a gentle, pliant kitten. “Can I sit on you?”
“Mmm,” Ying Yuan squeezed out a sound from her throat, unable—and unwilling—to refuse.
Yi Shanshan settled her weight onto her, straddling her closely. Their clothes seemed to vanish, the heat beneath the fabric melding together like a warm river, offering solace.
“Mmm~” Yi Shanshan sighed contentedly.
She sank into the familiar embrace, savoring the addictive sense of security. Closing her eyes, she grew bolder.
Her tongue darted out, gently licking.
Ying Yuan’s body trembled, the tremors coursing through Yi Shanshan, tightening her heart.
Without further prompting, when that soft warmth pressed between Ying Yuan’s lips, they parted instinctively, yielding to the embrace.
Hot, slick, an unfamiliar and exquisite taste. The initial touch didn’t retreat but lingered, exploring, entwining.
Ying Yuan felt like she was melting in a furnace, her body drenched in sweat. She could no longer control her limbs, no longer play the part of a detached recipient.
She raised her hand and wrapped it around Yi Shanshan’s waist.
The moment her palm made contact, Yi Shanshan let out a muffled groan.
It was a groan that tickled her senses, a soft sound between her lips that mingled their breaths, evoking boundless intimacy and surrender.
Ying Yuan tightened her grip, abandoning all restraint.
With her other hand, she cradled the back of Yi Shanshan’s neck, coaxing her to relax completely. From that moment on, Ying Yuan would dictate every movement between them.
She deepened the kiss. Such primal instincts needed no teaching.
Besides, she had the perfect mentor in Yi Shanshan—willing to give her anything she asked for. She devoured her kisses, lightly nipping at her lips. She pulled back, then surged forward again, each movement met with complete compliance, without a hint of resistance.
In mere minutes, Yi Shanshan had transitioned from bewilderment to dazed pleasure, then to complete surrender.
Ying Yuan felt transformed into a creature stripped of humanity, driven solely by hunger and possession, indulging her insatiable desires again and again.
Yi Shanshan collapsed completely in her arms, her hands draped across Ying Yuan’s shoulders. She was like a soft, juicy cloud, ready to yield at the slightest pressure.
They kissed for an eternity.
There was no trace of the awkwardness or self-consciousness that usually marks a first attempt at something new.
They paused briefly because, as their bodies brushed together, the hem of Yi Shanshan’s short top had ridden up, and Ying Yuan’s fingertips had inadvertently brushed against her smooth skin.
It felt like a jade stone burning hot to the touch, radiating warmth and covered in a fine layer of sweat.
Ying Yuan lowered her hand and pulled Yi Shanshan’s top back down.
Yi Shanshan twisted in protest, and Ying Yuan pressed one last deep kiss against her lips before pulling away.
“Shanshan,” she called her name, her voice hoarse and unfamiliar.
Yi Shanshan’s long lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, gently parting to reveal eyes shimmering with tenderness and a faint blush beneath them.
“What’s wrong…?” she murmured, her lips barely touching as she spoke, her tone soft and clingy.
Ying Yuan’s gaze drifted uncontrollably to Yi Shanshan’s recently kissed lips—glossy, red, soft, and slightly swollen.
Her chest tightened. “Are you feeling hot?” she asked.
“Mmm~” Yi Shanshan nodded.
“I’m hot too,” Ying Yuan said. “I’ll turn the air conditioning down.”
Yi Shanshan tightened her grip. “It’s not the air conditioning.”
“Huh?” Ying Yuan tilted her head.
“I’m wearing too many clothes,” Yi Shanshan said, “they’re not breathable~”
What do you mean, “too many”?
The outfit was so small and thin. It bared her midriff and exposed her chest. Her legs were even more exposed—Ying Yuan’s hand, if left to dangle casually, would land on Yi Shanshan’s bare thigh.
Ying Yuan felt utterly trapped. Any touch now would feel like exploiting the chaos, fanning the flames.
But then Yi Shanshan suddenly raised her hands, crossed them over her waist, and began to lift her top. “Just take it off then…”
“Ah!” Ying Yuan gasped.
Before her mind could even register, her body had already reacted, instinctively gripping Yi Shanshan’s hands.
“You can’t take it off,” she said.
Yi Shanshan blinked innocently. “Why not?”
Ying Yuan’s mind raced. “We… we were just testing things out. Kissing, kissing… that doesn’t include this…”
“Hmm…” Yi Shanshan drawled, lowering her gaze with a faint smile in her eyes. “Which ‘this’? I’m just hot and want to take off my clothes, Ying Yuan. What are you thinking about~?”
Ying Yuan: “……”
Her face flushed crimson.
Yi Shanshan: “You can tell me what you’re thinking. Who knows? I might just agree~”
Ying Yuan stiffened her neck and said, “My neck’s getting sore from staying in one position for too long.”
Yi Shanshan: “……”
Ying Yuan: “Yours must be sore too, right? Come down and rest.”
Yi Shanshan: “…………”
Yi Shanshan pressed down hard on Ying Yuan’s head with her hand, then swung her leg over and got off her.
The separation of their burning bodies did help cool them down.
Ying Yuan took a deep breath. Yi Shanshan’s scent had already permeated her being, lingering softly around her.
She rose from the sofa, rubbing her neck, and avoided looking at Yi Shanshan’s face. “Where’s the remote… It was here earlier…”
As she spoke, she hurried away, pretending to be very busy.
Yi Shanshan watched her retreating figure, then picked up the water she hadn’t finished earlier and gulped down the entire glass in one go.
It’s so hot… so thirsty… It felt like every drop of moisture was being drained from her body, as if she were melting, about to burst into flames.
Ying Yuan found the remote control and went to her bedroom. As she rounded the corner of the doorway, she froze, rooted to the spot, inhaling, exhaling, inhaling, exhaling.
Images and sensations swirled in her mind, blotting out everything else.
She didn’t return to the living room for a long time, but Yi Shanshan eventually came over.
Instead of rushing to her side, Shanshan floated past, lightly surveying the room.
She flipped through the books on the desk. “Were you reading this before I came?”
Ying Yuan: “…Mhm.”
Shanshan tilted her head back to study a poster on the wall. “What’s this mechanical diagram? I can’t make it out.”
Ying Yuan: “It’s a retro airship.”
Shanshan walked over to Ying Yuan’s bed. “Why do you have blue bedding at home too? It’s kind of like the ones at school.”
Ying Yuan: “I just happened to change to this set. I have others in different colors.”
Yi Shanshan: “Can I sit here? Or do I need to… take off my pants?”
Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!
Ying Yuan’s mind screamed.
Those shorts were barely there to begin with! Why take them off? What’s even left after that?!
Her face flushed crimson as she blurted out, “You can sit! Anywhere is fine!”
“Oh.” Yi Shanshan flopped down, not even sitting properly, but sprawling across Ying Yuan’s bed.
She reached out and yanked Ying Yuan’s pillow over, stuffing it under her head.
“Mmm…” Yi Shanshan’s long, straight legs swayed back and forth under the lamp’s glow, shimmering like a mermaid’s tail. “So comfy~~~”
Ying Yuan: …
Her cheeks burned as she watched the scene unfold.
Yi Shanshan: “What did you feel just now?”
Ying Yuan: !!!!!
How did the conversation shift so suddenly? Why is she asking this so abruptly?
Yi Shanshan tilted her head, batting her eyelashes. “You didn’t hate it, did you?”
Ying Yuan shook her head quickly. “No.”
“Me neither.” Yi Shanshan grinned, a radiant, delighted smile. Then, growing bashful, she buried her face in Ying Yuan’s pillow. Her legs kicked up, her slippers sliding off as her toes wiggled.
“I really liked it~” she murmured. “Couldn’t get enough. So exhilarating~”
Ying Yuan’s entire being melted.
Yet simultaneously, it felt like a hydrogen balloon, buoyant and rising weightlessly.
Her body still burned with heat, her cheeks flushed crimson, and her lingering pain throbbed softly beneath the surface. Yet as she gazed at Yi Shanshan and heard her say how much she loved kissing her, her joy swelled like a radiant sun, melting away all else.
She stared at her, unable to reply.
But Yi Shanshan heard it anyway. She saw it in her eyes and spoke for her: “Ying Yuan, you enjoyed it too.”
Usually, when speaking seriously, Yi Shanshan would use intimate nicknames. But during this intimate moment, she kept calling her full name.
Ying Yuan, Ying Yuan… It was as if by repeating her name, Yi Shanshan could force her to acknowledge that this entire situation was of her own making, that this burning desire was hers as well.
“Come here~” Yi Shanshan beckoned.
Ying Yuan found herself moving toward her unconsciously.
As she approached, Yi Shanshan reached out, caught a corner of her shirt, and tugged playfully, her voice sweet and coaxing.
“That position earlier was really hard on the neck.”
“And since it was our first time, we were both so nervous.”
“When you’re nervous, you don’t have time to think~ and even if you do think, it might not count~”
“Experiments need multiple trials before the results are verified, right~?”
Yi Shanshan looked up at her, her desire no longer hidden—it was plain on her face, a demand for Ying Yuan’s consent.
“Let’s do it again~” Yi Shanshan purred sweetly, her voice soft and pleading. “This time, right here. I’ll lie down, you come over—that should be the least tiring way~”